I'm not quite sure
that a tale from my second stint at Uni aged 22 really counts, but I'll tell you anyway.

Boy in question answered to the name of Ming, and like myself was a mature(ish) student in their early 20s returning to education in rural Wales. Unlike me, he was a borderline schitzophrenic, and decided at the outset of his course that his medication impared his intellect. And that he should take a lot of drugs.

It all stated innocuously. We went out for halloween, he went as Ming the Merciless, I went as Satan, someone else went as Jesus(?) and more, all played in character. We all stopped the next day. Ming didn't.

He'd bought a cane which he'd used for a prop for his costume. He kept using it, then lost it. So he replaced it with a stick, which he called Drif Wood. He began to talk to it. He took it to lectures. It liked to listen.

He handed in one piece of coursework, double length, combining two irreconcillable titles, but utter gibberish, but in epic verse.

A race of small people only he could see began to live on his kitchen table. Or they did before his housemate killed them all with bleach deliberately, while he screamed "GENOCIDE!"

He guarded buildings by from evil spirits by acting like a dog.

He became the cat in the hat on occasions.

He was retrieved from a puddle, in which he had been thrashing and emitting inhuman wailings. He explained that he was frustrated by the impotence of his current incarnation, as previously he had been Buddha and Christ, and that he 'wasn't going to be allowed back again'.

This is his edited highlights. The guy went truely barking.

He got sectioned the moment his mother clapped eyes on him.
(cs1ca, Sat 20 Jan 2007, 2:07, Reply)